Qian Yiliang saw that the bright kitchen knife was about to be chopped off, so he hurriedly changed his words, "I said it wrong, Miss Wang." ”

The little cook snorted, put down the kitchen knife with a snap, and handed him a plate of chicken.

"Please ask Mr. Qian to help bring it out."

The disciples of the academy didn't need to do this kind of rough work, she just deliberately embarrassed her, but she didn't expect the money to leave without saying a word.

The little cook looked at his back and pursed the corners of her mouth.

The two of them went in and out, and soon all the meals were served.

Qingyan asked the little chef about the kitchen while eating, the recent food arrangement, how many spoons and how many dishes were washed in the kitchen, and the little chef kept standing next to her and answered them one by one.

Lan Shen and Congfeng eat very well, the two sit in the same row, Li Luohan and Qian Yiliang are both big spenders, and the people who eat the soup splash are one of them.

Qian Yiliang saw that the master seemed to have a lot to ask, so he pushed Li Luohan, squeezed himself with him, and gave her a long bench.

His mouth was too busy to speak, so he hooked the bench with his foot and opened an entrance, which was obvious.

The little cook was very restrained, standing upright.

The elder is testing her, and she has to cheer up 120,000 points.

A group of young disciples who were hungry for the fragrant food on their table next to them probed their brains to see what the elder was eating.

Hearing the elder asking the little cook to answer all kinds of questions, as if she was checking her work, she was worried that the elder would be caught asking for credits, so she quickly finished her meal and ran away.

Xiaolinshan has strict requirements for the credit system, and there are credit indicators every year, and if you don't meet the standards, you will be driven down the mountain.

The little disciples who ran out of the East Kitchen were glad that they had escaped, and hurried to work and do their homework to save credits.

By the way, remind the other brothers and sisters that at the end of the year, the elders are going to grasp the assessment!

In fact, Qingyan doesn't know much about the back kitchen except for the small stove, and she doesn't know if she answers wrong.

She just wants to leave people behind and create opportunities for the little chef and Qian Yiliang.

On such a whim, she frightened all the disciples of Xiaolinshan, but Qian Yiliang, who was the protagonist, was focused on eating, and asked people to add food to him very easily.

After adding food, he blamed her, "Why don't you sit down?" Are you in a hurry to get your job? ”

When did she say she was going to get a job?

"Elder eat slowly, not in a hurry." The little cook hurriedly sat down, and did not forget to secretly stare at Qian Liang.

Why is this man's mouth so bad!

Qian Yiliang lowered his head and spit out chicken bones, his sharp eyes saw her peeking at herself, and she thought that she also liked to peek at herself when she touched the leaves, and suddenly raised her head proudly.

It's also a trouble to be loved by too many women these days, why is he so likeable.

Qian Yiliang persuaded the little chef seriously, "Don't put your mind on me, I don't like you." ”

Where did this kid get his confidence?

Congfeng and Lan Shen glanced at him at the same time, and continued to bow their heads to eat.

Qingyan couldn't hold it, sneered, tilted his head with laughter, and caught a glimpse of Congfeng looking at himself.

From the wind to her vegetables, "It's going to be cold, eat quickly." ”

Qingyan took a bite of the dish, and when he saw Lan Shensi Swenwen, he didn't eat much of the vegetables, so he took a piece of braised pork and gave it to him.

Looking down at his bowl from the wind.

In the end, he didn't eat any more vegetables.

But no one saw it, not even a leaf of vegetables.

In front of the elders, the little cook was already nervous, and Qian Yiliang still said such things that he didn't like her, as if he had done something upside down to him.

How could he say a girl in front of so many people?

The little cook was suddenly embarrassed, and she couldn't wait to get into the cracks in the ground.

She closed her eyes tightly, endured and endured, wanting to calm things down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his eyes opened, he still looked like he was smart.

She slapped the table with both hands and turned her head to look at him, "I don't like you!" ”

After saying that, she didn't have the face to stay, so she covered her face and ran away.

Qian Yiliang was stunned for a moment, didn't take it seriously and continued to eat him.

Instead, Qingyan took it to heart.

Xiao Wang doesn't like a cool?

So who does she like?

Could it be that she likes to follow the wind?

No wonder she always bumps into two people talking and laughing.

Qingyan suddenly felt that the food was not fragrant.

She put down the dishes and chopsticks and stood up, but before she could speak, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Boom!

A few of the little disciples screamed.

Qingyan looked over and found that someone had fallen and was vomiting.

"Is the disciple's food so unpalatable that people want to vomit?"

She immediately thought of the disciple who had no appetite and didn't eat much.

Qian Yiliang and Li Luohan shook their heads, why didn't they find it unpalatable?

Stand up from the wind, "He's poisoned." ”

"Poisoned?" Qingyan frowned and immediately ran over.

There was a faint smell of garlic in the air.

What does this smell like?

Qingyan squatted down, and saw the fallen disciple holding his stomach and crying out in pain, sweating all over.

He vomited everywhere, the smell was unpleasant, and the little disciples next to him covered their noses.

Qingyan ignored the vomit and filth, and helped the person up.

She held the little disciple with both hands and commanded sharply, "Go out and vomit out all the contents in your stomach!" Fast! ”

The little disciple didn't know why, his stomach hurt so much that he couldn't walk.

Qingyan dragged him out, "Do you want to live?" If you want to live, throw up! ”

"I'll come." Coming forward from the wind, he took the clothes of the little disciple and lifted the person outside.

Qingyan saw that he had already vomited, and now he was retching, and he couldn't spit out, so he clasped his mouth with one hand, and reached into his fingers with the other hand to stimulate his throat.

Everyone else nervously gathered around.

Lan Shen looked at Master's hands full of filth, he didn't expect her to do this.

The little disciple vomited violently, and the back was full of bitter water.

"Bring water!"

Before the words fell, a large bowl of warm water had already been served.

Qingyan raised his head, and lifted the little disciple from the wind, "You go and wash it." ”

"Hmm." Qingyan shook his sticky hand, and before leaving, he didn't forget to say, "I'm going to vomit after drinking, he has arsenic in his stomach, and he needs to wash it clean." ”

"Arsenic!"

The disciple next to him screamed in fright.

Can you still live after eating arsenic? That's not dead.

The little disciple who was poisoned was even weaker, but fortunately he was carried by the wind, otherwise he would have fallen into that mess of filth.

He didn't have to pour it from the wind, he held the big bowl and drank it violently.

After drinking, I buckled my throat, deducted it, drank it, and didn't dare to stop.

The people next to him helped him bring him warm water and brought him a stool and a basin to wash his hands.

The cook heard the movement and came out to learn that the disciple had eaten arsenic in the east kitchen.

Arsenic!

How can there be arsenic in a meal?

The cook panicked, tripped over the pickle jar on the ground, and crawled to Qingyan's side to cry out for grievances.

She is in charge of the entire Xiaolinshan food, and if there is such a mistake, will the elders suspect that she was poisoned.

The cook was so scared that she died, and only hoped that the elders would not execute her for the sake of her cooking skills.

Qingyan saw the cook coming, and pointed at her, "You." ”

She had barely said a word, and the cook knelt down.

The green smoke was blank.

She paused for a moment and continued, "Auntie, you go to the stove to get some charcoal, the more the better, let the little disciple eat it." ”

Eating charcoal?

Can that thing be eaten?

The little disciple had doubts, but he didn't understand either, so he could only give his life to the elders.

Qingyan turned his head to look at Li Luohan, "You go to get croton, drain the leaves, cook the soup and send it to the toilet." ”

"From the wind, you take people to the latrine."

From the wind: "......"

Why him?

Looking at Lan Shen from the wind, he saw Qingyan say to Lan Shen, "It's all a trivial matter, you sit and rest for a while." ”

"Oops, it's a little cold, do you want a hand stove?"

Qingyan shushed Lan Shen and asked for warmth, but he didn't look at the people behind him.

It's a bit unkind for him to do such a dirty job, but someone has to do it.

Then I can only be sorry for him.